Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Move. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.